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and drug, paraphernalia
Cops courts, and their thoughts is to derail us
Three time felons in shorts with jealous thoughts
Tryin figure where your mail is,
size
Well, you're right

I wish there was an ending to spoil
So as long as I'm thinking
How about a great tragedy?
Where I imagine fire and glass
a failure"
Surrounded by thugs, drugs, and drug paraphernalia
Cops courts, and their thoughts is to derail us
Three time felons in shorts with jealous
for that 

'cause I'm, one third, naughty 

Look into my eyes yeah you know me 

Ain't nobody pimpin like us three 

Call us masters, o.p.p
to the third degree
I keep it G, damn G you owe us three
Schemin' on the low, tryna make a nigga profit-ly
All I do is get money, fuck, and sleep
I should run
your seed"

Storing our seed? yo, I think he means sex
Man, I'm a virgin, we all are, bad!
"I'm just gonna lie here, and close my eyes"
Aw, what should
thinking bout bringing it out
I peaked your style by them other cheeks peaking out that bikini bottom
Seen em and then I got 'em
You with your best friend
it's Kutt and baby I'm next
So we can triple team up and fuck your spleen up
Between us get 3 nuts then you can beam up
Now ya sexual peak is met so
I remember back in the days when I was young
I always wanted tattoo tears just for fun
I didn't have a gun
Cause Mike Reynolds taught us three
Verse 4: (C-Murder) 



I'm from the Calliope nigga that's the home of the killers 

Ask Falloy and Wing about them 3rd Ward niggaz 

Leroy -
with your grandma
It was us three stuck in a little room
Finally had a place to play outside, I would love to see you run, like a dream coming true
I
spit it
In ways that'll cause a rush
Keeping your face in a state of disgust 
Hating but still trying to be like us

Verse Three: Too $hort

Now
from trying to figure out
The fastest way to work this out
Cause I'm ready for you
Three words can't fix us anymore

Can't fix us anymore...
Three
a quette in my hand so now I'm ready to trip
Thinking about my homies who ain't here today
And I'm gonna get these putos 'cause for this they gotta pay
I tell your bitch, "Grab my dick! Ha! Now masturbate it!"
Don't catch feelings man 
How she not feelin' Cam?
And look her by the waist feelin' like
the fuck you pick us 3?
You punk motherfuckers ain't shit, you're just a bunch of hoes
Makin' money off the pros
And when I see I get you in my sights
I give
fine with you
We got big shit to talk about, everybody get set straight
Yeah, I'm talking mansions, Europeans and jet planes
Pretty bitches by
of your mind?

Look, don’t worry, son
I’m in no hurry, son
I’ll have you on the run
Like a funny curry, son
Go back inside and make sure
Your
about you
Thinking about you
I'm thinking about you
Thinking about you

In the quiet hours before the dawn
Talking quietly in the hall 
Windows
about you
Thinking about you
I'm thinking about you
Thinking about you

In the quiet hours before the dawn
Talking quietly in the hall 
Windows
about to witness, greatness at it's prime
You should tape this
Matter fact, go 'head, congratulate us
Rucker, three-peat champ, see us Lakers (whattup
about you
Thinking about you
I'm thinking about you
Thinking about you

In the quiet hours before the dawn
Talking quietly in the hall 
Windows
magnitism
In this modern metropolis they tries to lock us up
Under preposterous laws that's not for us

Yo it's three thousand thirty,
I want y'all
Boy, I'm the man
You're the ghost in this town
Could this be it
Your final words, your own
We rolled the bed
Piece by piece, primaplank
Then
niggas, now, playa what it be like?
When will niggas see they got us bleedin' with three strikes
Can't seem to focus hopeless, with violent thoughts I